The little lass was practically scared out of her wits—truly, she was about to piss herself. That intense killing intent was something she had only ever felt from Medusa, an invisible and crushing pressure.
Aowu Sister's heart was fluttering wildly. She panted heavily, her flat chest—featuring only two steamed-bun-like swellings—rising and falling without any grand waves; after all, Aowu Sister had breasts, but they were terribly small.
Having just walked the edge of death, Aowu Sister's body went limp, and she leaned back against Wusha's soft-lined, muscular, and shapely arm, trembling all over.
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